Diamond kissed her again and again to make her stop.

Perhaps kissing is the best thing for crying, but it will not always stop it.
"What is the matter, mother ?" he said.
"Oh, Diamond, my darling! you have been so ill!" she sobbed.
"No, mother dear.

I've only been at the back of the north wind," returned Diamond.
"I thought you were dead," said his mother.
But that moment the doctor came in.
"Oh! there!" said the doctor with gentle cheerfulness; "we're better to-day, I see." Then he drew the mother aside, and told her not to talk to Diamond, or to mind what he might say; for he must be kept as quiet as possible.

And indeed Diamond was not much inclined to talk, for he felt very strange and weak, which was little wonder, seeing that all the time he had been away he had only sucked a few lumps of ice, and there could not be much nourishment in them.
Now while he is lying there, getting strong again with chicken broth and other nice things, I will tell my readers what had been taking place at his home, for they ought to be told it.
They may have forgotten that Miss Coleman was in a very poor state of health.

Now there were three reasons for this.